Free Homeless by Ms. Michel Moore Page B

good. Yet, here he was walking down the hallway of his building heading toward Kevin’s. He had to get out of his dreary existence apartment. Less than three yards before he reached his destination, as fate would have it, the intoxicated off of God-knows-what Kevin opened his apartment door to let someone out.
    â€œHeyyyyyyyy,” Kevin slurred, bringing his hand down on Lonnie’s shoulder as a female staggered away looking zoned and stoned out of her mind. “My brother, you made it! Come on in; we just getting started on round three, or is it round four? Whatever it is—come on in!”
    Not muttering a single word, Lonnie eagerly stepped through the threshold of Kevin’s domain and into a dark world he knew nothing about—but would one day regret.

CHAPTER THIRTEEN
    It’s been often said that drugs were the devil. Well, if that statement rings true, then alcohol is his sister, and pills definitely a first cousin. For Lonnie, the past six months he’d been friends with good ole Kevin from down the hall proved to be a constant family reunion of the substances. Not used to being under the influence of anything stronger than a gigantic dose of sugar from his Halloween candy or a cherry-flavored Arctic Blast from 7-Eleven, Lonnie stayed lifted. Thankfully, the teen was blessed to be one of the ten percent of the population that could actually hold their liquor, be high as a kite, and still function from day to day. With Lonnie born and raised in the hood, Kevin and his other close-knit circle of fellow students found it amazing that Lonnie had never once even experimented with weed or pills. They couldn’t believe he’d never so much as tasted a bottle of Boone’s Farm or Wild Irish Rose. They joked with him often, that he was whiter than they and had missed out on real life growing up in the ghetto; as if they really knew.
    Lonnie not only maintained his grades, in some of his classes, they even improved. It was as if the pills especially proved to be an aid to his overall creativity. Easily fulfilling all his obligations to keep his scholarship intact, the teen felt like he was living in an entirely different world than his deceased mother had raised him. Elated to be sometimes delivered from the severe headaches he was used to having and nightly dreams about his moms still being alive, Lonnie welcomed getting high.
    Still harboring a deep-rooted hatred for most women he’d come in contact with, Lonnie played the game with Kevin and the other dudes when they wanted to throw wild parties. They invited females with loose morals that wanted to get buzzed and do just about anything with anyone for kicks; Lonnie’s outwardly weird ass included. In most instances, he’d avoid contact with the women as much as possible; yet, this would soon prove to not be one of those instances.
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    â€œHey, Megan, why don’t you and my guy Lonnie go in the bedroom and see if any more beer’s left? I mean, we need some more out here if we wanna stay feeling good.”
    Megan, just like her other two friends, giggled, knowing what the real deal was. “Yeah, right, Kevin. You so damn bogus. Stop messing around so much. You know there isn’t any beer in the bedroom.”
    â€œThere just could be,” Kevin, drunk and in a good mood, stood to his feet pointing to Lonnie. “Why don’t you two go and look just the same. I think I may have left a case stashed underneath my bed.”
    Megan wasn’t the prettiest of the three, but she had by far the biggest breasts. Watching Lonnie’s eyes grow twice their size while focusing on them made her feel even sluttier than normal. Always wanting to see what all the hype was about venturing on the “dark side,” Megan licked her lips and grabbed Lonnie’s hand. Leading him into the room, she took charge, closing the door behind them. Using her palms, she seductively placed them on Lonnie’s chest,